From their hiding spot, they saw two shadowy figures talking quietly, clearly unaware of being overheard. «The children will soon give up,» one whispered harshly. «The egg is safely hidden at Rosenkrantz Tower.» Maximillian’s eyes widened in surprise.
As the strangers left, the trio emerged cautiously, breathing a sigh of relief. «Rosenkrantz Tower,» Emily whispered excitedly, unfolding their own map again. «We must hurry; perhaps the egg is still there.»
They swiftly navigated through Bryggen’s crowded streets, quickly reaching Bergenhus Fortress. The ancient tower loomed over them, imposing yet inviting them into its mysterious halls. Emily pointed upwards, seeing faint movements at the tower’s top window.
Sarah quickly took the lead, pushing open the heavy wooden door, its hinges squealing. Inside, spiral stone staircases wound upward endlessly. Maximillian urged his friends forward, confident they were closer to the egg—and the truth.
At the highest floor, a single chamber awaited them, dark and foreboding. Inside, they found only a solitary feather, shimmering oddly golden under Emily’s flashlight. «Someone was here,» Maximillian concluded grimly, «and recently.»